Dream Journal # 1                                                                                Date:   

Sept. 2, 2005

            Starting today, I will be writing dream journals for each day. I believe that dreams can help you prepare for the future since they show what your inner selves both want and dread. My first dream documentation will begin on the first day of September, which is yesterday.

            Last night, I remember dreaming of my first crush who I will call Nick Garter. Obviously, his name is a spoof after the popular boy band member Nick Carter. He is equally good-looking. I consider him as my first Prince Charming. He looks like a royal bachelor, always wanted by the feminine race. He’s not really the ‘Crush ng Bayan’, but at least I would love to think so. He is my childhood… friend? Or sweetheart? I don’t know what word to use. I could say we shared some very unforgettable moments. And I know we were almost mutually attracted. Or, weren’t we? Anyway, this is what happened in my dream about him last night:

Me and some friends were walking on a, somewhat, park where there is a funeral and a wedding going on side by side. After a split second, we were riding a tricycle and passed through the middle of the funeral and the matrimonial ceremony. Along the way, I saw familiar faces – Nick’s mother, and a guy with brown hair. Beside the coffin, a man is talking on the microphone. He said Nick’s father is dead and his loved ones should be strong enough to face the future without him. Nick’s mother started crying hard. The next thing I knew was that, a few meters away from the funeral and the wedding, me and my family are dancing and singing ‘HUMAYO’T IHAYAG’. It’s a song from our retreat which I really love. After singing, a guy said ‘HI’ at my back. I turned to face him, and I saw Nick! He was still cute and amiable. His brown hair kind of flickered under the sun and he looked so damn hot. I said ‘HELLO’ and turned to face my other friend whom I can’t recognize. He then held my hand and pressed my palm with his index finger. It was a bit malicious. I reacted quite awkwardly. And, we just stared at each other’s eyes.

            There is a great contrast between a wedding and a funeral. I don’t know what the wedding means but I am hoping that the death of Nick’s father would come 30 years from now. I still want him to attend his son’s wedlock with me. I also want him to see his grandchildren grow into responsible and loving people. I’m ambitious, I know. But what can I do, this is my journal?

            I hope that one of these days I can bump into my Prince Nick so we could exchange greetings. But even if he doesn’t say a word, I guess a simple smile would suffice to brighten each day of my life.

            Good luck to both of us. And now, I’m looking forward to another adventure in my solitude tonight.   

                                                                                                - Strawberry OJE -